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Friday morning notes.

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I’ve always liked having a plan B—but some days life feels like nothing more than a series of accidents and spur-of-the-moment antics. Think it over this weekend and let me know what you come up with. In the meantime, happy Friday.

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San Francisco sunset.

The loud talkers mix with sirens, jackhammers and car horns.

Those who don’t have their heads down in the soft glow of cell service, seem to have their heads up their asses. 

It’s an errand here and a rush to get to the next thing there. It’s life as we know it and reality as we never could have expected. So much information flowing, so many opportunities and yet, beneath all the self-importance, we’re still basically human. Still lonely. Still searching for magic we can only vaguely recall from a time we barley remember. 

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Lazy.

Grab the last cup of coffee. Jealous that the burner on the stove has done its job and gets to take the rest of the day off.

Check my phone for emergency emails. Envious of the charger that just gets to hang out the rest of the afternoon.

I pass the pictures in the hallway. Resentful of the fact that my poor man’s artwork gets to just hang around, day after day.

I see the smoker perched in the backyard. I think of it just sitting there in the sunshine all afternoon, taking in the view and waiting for the next round of pork products and apple wood.

Off to work. To read and write. Where I’ll sit at my desk and worry about being busy until I return to my lazy home, full of my beloved, lazy stuff.

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Walk it off.

Tonight, I’ll try to say something smart, but I probably won’t remember the details.

Yesterday I think I made the right move, but I don’t recall which direction I went.

None of this is supposed to make any sense.

The notion that things are supposed to magically add up is an absurd fantasy developed and nurtured by an evil, artificial agency of greed.

A symmetrical society of lies.

The assembly line of bullshit.

So it’s time for a personal revolution. Or maybe a new pair of shoes will do the trick.

Smile and strut while everyone else stumbles through the dark.

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